Aside from the glorious music, food, and the people, I told myself I needed to see the neighborhood
Their prim front doors
unrestored buildings
Old homes
The major role the weather (how quickly it always changed) played in creating a neighborhood more unique and more beautiful then any part of America I have ever seen.
I needed to feel, to pick, to take it all in and create.
My closing goal for this trip was to take all my senses and really utilize them to make flowers for New Orleans.
I walked around the neighborhood, pancho-ed up not really knowing where I was going. I knew in the general direction where it was. I got lost a bit. With eager gentlemen strangers, I was escorted in the right direction. I foraged some neighborhood florals and greenery with glass jar in hand. The rain came. It gushed like crazy as I tried to gather all the florals I wanted for my arrangement. It was the first time I ever arranged in the rain. It was the best feeling. I used the water hailing down from the sky, filled up the jar and made my way to the front entrance of the cemetery in hopes that I could put my finished arrangement on someone's beautiful mausoleum. The gates were locked unfortunately. So I just kept the arrangement right in front. I walked away and I cried some happy tears.
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